The surrounding villagers were equally horrified.
Some covered their children's eyes, while others backed away in terror. A few men continued trying to attack the Fiend, but their weapons and spells were nowhere near powerful enough to stop it.
Meanwhile, Kethos's damaged body began changing.
The enormous hole in its torso slowly closed. Torn flesh stretched and reconnected, while broken bones knitted themselves back together.
Its regeneration was accelerating.
The flesh it had consumed was providing it with the nourishment it needed to recover.
Its dark crimson aura grew stronger, spreading across its enormous body.
"Hahahaha!"
The Fiend released a delighted laugh.
"MORE! GIVE ME MORE!"
It looked down at the fleeing villagers, its numerous red eyes gleaming with hunger.
High above the village, Amon had witnessed everything.
